My lover brings the darkness,
Swirling in like smoke;
My lover brings the bitterness,
That often makes me choke.
My lover brings the numbness,
That I always welcome in;
My lover brings the desire,
That’s woven red in sin.
My lover brings the emptiness,
That settles in the soul;
My lover brings the sadness,
That cannot rein control.
My lover isn’t tangible,
Not made of flesh and bone;
My lover only visits me,
When assured I am alone.
My lover remains hidden,
Behind my pseudo smile;
My lover is not satiable,
Not even for a while.
My lover always creeps along,
To join me every night;
I whisper, “Hello Loneliness,”
While turning out the light.
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